THE AGE OF WINTER


Winter is the dusk

That creeps into your toes

And in through your eyes

Then up through your nose.

Summer comes and winter goes

But winter knows,

It will prevail

To take me on that final sail

Into the cold and as I get old.

I find that winters come too soon

Shall I see this harvest moon?

Only winter knows.

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